CSI: Vegas

Previously on CSI: Vegas... Hodges worked every one

of the cases you saw in that storage unit.

You think someone stole

your stuff and is using it to frame you.

That's exactly what I think.

The dog took a nice bite

out of whoever broke into

Hodges' garage.

Hopefully the blood on this tooth tells us

who framed Hodges.

Our man looks to be of South American descent.

Nora is with Internal Affairs.

I still haven't decided whether I'm gonna be

running my investigation out of Vegas or Washoe County.

I'm gonna interview a few folks around here,

let you know what I decide.

Damn.

Bruh, she gonna be ready. Ah, look at this, ah.

No! No...Aah!

Looks delicious.

You want one?

Oh...

we don't usually eat in the lab.

Need to eat on the go

this week. Hodges' case is keeping me hopping.

Thank you for agreeing to meet me.

I wasn't aware I had a choice.

Your buddy David's created quite a mess.

8,000 convictions are about to go poof.

I'm going back, meeting with all

of Hodges' supervisors who signed off on his work.

There's one case out of the 12 that fell under your term.

Not sure if you'll recall the Diane Chase case?

I remember it.

Mob lawyer.

She was killed by bridesmaids at her son's wedding.

From 2006.

Good memory.

We found a blood sample from one of

the women who was convicted in David Hodges' storage unit.

And you think he replicated her DNA to make the case?

You'll be called to testify about how you missed it.

That is your signature, correct?

I didn't sign a redacted report back then,

and I can't sign off on Hodges' guilt now

without a look at the evidence.

I'm not asking for your professional opinion.

I'm asking if this is your signature.

It's really pretty simple.

You either made an error in oversight

or you were a party to Mr. Hodges' malfeasance.

You have a sterling reputation, Dr. Grissom.

But David Hodges operated with impunity under your tenure.

Now he finally gets found out,

and you and your wife pop up in Vegas?

We came back

because someone tried to murder our friend,

Captain Jim Brass of the Las Vegas Police Department.

Then you both went back to work for Criminalistics.

We'd rather be working on our boat.

But you can't protect your legacy

when you're in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

I think we need to talk

about why you're really back here at CSI.

Oh, no, that was just the microwave-- my burrito's done.

I'm actually looking at the assignment right now,

and... it'll be ready.

Sir, I just want to say one more time,

thank you.

What? What? You need an A on this one, buddy.

Mom. Because I pay your tuition, Bryan.

And it's called return on investment.

All right, love you.

I love you. I'll call you later.

Hey, Mr. Cloak and Dagger.

So what couldn't be talked about on the phone?

I just got cross-examined by that IAB lady.

I think it would serve us all better if I started working

cases that don't originate in David Hodges' backyard.

Tell you what, you can start now.

Welcome to the barbecue.

The pig went into the pit around 11:00 last night.

And when they dug it up this morning,

found a new arrival.

Allie, your scene. What do you see?

I see a vic who was dead before they covered him up.

If he'd been cooked alive

he would've curled into a fetal position

before rigor mortis set in.

So he was killed, then dumped.

He was put there knowing he would be found.

We got a killer who wants an audience.

And we're standing on his stage.

Are you done yet?

I thought so.

But the temperature's still rising-- it's 140 degrees now.

Carryover cooking.

The meat keeps broiling even after you take it off the flame.

Cause of death's gonna be tricky, too.

'Cause I'm pretty sure his organs are roasted.

I think it's time to invest in little yellow tents.

Route the killer took when he carried in the body.

Got trampled by the luau crowd.

How do you know where he came from?

No security footage. This is the only path

out of view of the cameras.

Either lucky or...Killer knew the property.

Pit in any better shape than the rest of this scene?

Heat's worse than feet-- the pit's fried.

You know, Hugo will kill me

if we bring a pile of goo into his morgue.

To have any shot at keeping him intact, I think we'll have

to take it all-- everything in the pit

and everything that came out of it.

I like that.

The whole pig and caboodle.

I'm a GM, not a CSI.

What's that supposed to do?

What, this?

Um, it's a portable Raman spectrometer.

It bangs a little light off molecules,

makes 'em vibrate, and then...It'll tell us

whether any of these shovels were used to unearth that pig

and dump the body. I don't believe

any of my people would do this.

Hawaii has eight islands.

We like to say

Vegas is the ninth.

There are more kama'aina--

local Hawaiians here than anywhere else on the mainland.

Our luaus send a message.

Everyone here is ohana.

Family.

A guy getting cooked

sends a slightly different message.

That whole area back there by the new pit

is accessible by the public.

Who decided to put it there?

Well, I did.

What are you saying, that I need an alibi?

Are you saying you don't have one?I worked late.

And I went home. Ask my wife.

Maybe I'll ask him.

You got to turn it down. Neighbors just called the cops.

Hey, Bryan, what's up?

Come on!

Hey, man, chill!

Xander! Hold up!

Stop!

Stop! Get off of him! You got to break this...

Come on.

Did you see that?

I'm so sorry.

I didn't...Get on the ground now!

Bryan, Bryan, listen to him!

Hey! His mom is a cop! Please.

Please...Ma'am!

Get on the ground now!On the ground.

Morning.

How you feeling today?

Out to sea.

Mm-hmm.

Which is where we should be.

I have my meeting with Nora Cross in an hour.

You have any tips?

She likes apples.

Holds her cards very close to the vest.

Wouldn't even show me the methodology

that Hodges supposedly used to replicate DNA in 2006.

Well, I wish I had more time in that

storage space-- maybe we would know something

about the guy behind this.

Well, Hodges'll learn more at discovery.

His attorney will get to see everything they got.

Well, that's gonna be too late. Discovery is weeks away.

If we're gonna figure out which one of these guys

framed Hodges before trial,

we have to pick up the pace.

That woman is already suspicious

of why we're even here.

Have some faith.

You know how persuasive I can be.

Aloha!

I, uh...

got an ID on your vic.

How did you run prints already?

I haven't even had a chance to rehydrate his fingertips yet.

No need. I found this.

It's a sacral nerve

implant-- it's like a...

pacemaker for regulating bowel function.

I figured a lot of medical implants had

serial numbers, sure enough...

this one belongs to...

this guy.

Jeremy "JJ" Jackson. 25.

Guess that explains what he was doing at The Hibiscus.

His family owns the place.